Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gong. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Technova,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.